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Mun and Muses 21+.

10+ years writing on various platforms.

Non-selective.

Muses consist of a mixture of canon, fandom OC, and fandomless OC.

Welcoming to any and all characters.

Mixtures of pantheons, monsters, constructs, and simple, little people litter the infinite cosmos. To what mishaps, adventures, or tragedies may befall them is to be seen, but that is not to say we can't observe the oddities of creation.

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He was far too busy studying their reactions, their responses, to pay any further attention to tempo, now simply moving alongside them. A low hum with their responses, hands moving from their place to firmly, and comfortably embrace the other. It was quite obvious that they were yearning for furthered, deeper contact. Touch starvation eas quite an affliction.

"Questions are just occupying our minds and voices, but I have a feeling you could do without for the moment." It was like being enveloped in solidified TV static. The thrum of concentrated energy on his body, its subtle pulsations, his sheer size and warmth. Certainly quite a way to break a lonely streak.

[the27percent]

Atieno continued to move a little bit, keeping a rhythm of their own if that's what it took for them to feel some movement. The notion of feeling more firmly embraced had Atieno humming with contentment. They rested their hands on his shoulders, appreciating the closer contact that was being made.

It's almost the vulnerability they have at this kind of touch starvation, of how much they had gone without for long, long periods of time.

"Hm. I suppose you have a point about that." They noticed the way that he was feeling. That solidified TV static was surrounding this grand vastness, that cosmic depth that was hard to deny.

"Might be nice to enjoy the feeling of being that close." They leaned into the feeling of that concentrated energy, they let themself drag their hands against him a bit further.

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"By all means, indulge." He pulled away briefly, all to remove that long, heavy coat to drape it around their shoulders. It had a disturbing amount of hefty to it, but not unpleasant by any means. Properly enveloped by that clinging static, that sense of control thst was carried by it. His scent, that faint mixture of ash and ink and parchment from his journals and work.

Arms wrapped back around with a firm squeeze. "That raises the question of ehat else you would like to do. Or if simply enjoying the proximity will be the plan for the foreseeable future..." Playful teasing, of course. Hand swept up their back. Testing boundaries. Limits.

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While his questions were moderately in jest, meaning to be mere fluff for proper questions, he wouldn't say no to knowing more of the other. And as such, he listened and memorized her answers, happy to accept the little, lovely nothings. "Do you have a favorite meal? A favorite color?" He then asked, steps swaying a bit smoother as they began to more properly move with that silent song. "A favorite book? Perhaps it is something I haven't read." Little, simple questions about equally little things.

How many could he think of, and how many would they answer? He pulled her well and close, bodies pressed together. If you listen close, you could hear the dual best of his hearts. The percussive thudding adding another layer to the silent song.

[the27percent]

Leave it to Atieno to take questions as an opportunity to actually share a little bit about themself, even if meant in jest. Perhaps that was an indication of some .. things that they probably should investigate a little bit further based on what they have heard from some individuals.

"Favorite colors.. I have always been fond of blue, black and silver in particular. Favorite meal? That's been difficult since I do like trying all kinds of foods over time. But ... I do have a particular fondness any kind of dumpling type thing..food served in a pouch-type arrangement is always pretty tasty to me."

They thought about books, there are so many books that they have read.. they continued to move along with the silent song.

"I... it's hard for me to say about a favorite book, but I've always liked good poetry. Or documentation about what a life was like.. giving a good glimpse into how many individuals understood their own lives to be like."

The feeling of being pulled close, had them let out a little sigh, perhaps genuinely relishing the feeling of this deep close contact between the two of them. Noticing the thudding of his hearts, a beat for them to follow as they moved in time.

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He was far too busy studying their reactions, their responses, to pay any further attention to tempo, now simply moving alongside them. A low hum with their responses, hands moving from their place to firmly, and comfortably embrace the other. It was quite obvious that they were yearning for furthered, deeper contact. Touch starvation eas quite an affliction.

"Questions are just occupying our minds and voices, but I have a feeling you could do without for the moment." It was like being enveloped in solidified TV static. The thrum of concentrated energy on his body, its subtle pulsations, his sheer size and warmth. Certainly quite a way to break a lonely streak.

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"We have eternity to polish off the rust and refine your edged words. And eternities more to talk all about each other. There is hardly any rush to learn everything at this very moment." A gentle pull, and step. Now it was a proper dance. Slow, guided, the pulsations of his own power acting as tempo to their little quiet Waltz. In spite of his size and obvious strength, he spoke softly. Hardly above a murmur.

He had ideas of his own, ever a tease. The remark of difficulty in asking, oh he most certainly noted that. As much as he wanted to nestle himself into her existence, and enjoy the process and operation of her lovely self, he also intended to draw her out of that quiet nook. Bring her into his. Draw questions and requests out of her, so he may reward them with answers and gifts.

For now, though, he had questions and requests of his own. Should he speak plainly? No, he believed she would enjoy more poetic wording. "I want to know more of you. Whatever you are willing to divulge in immediate thought. Do you enjoy the suns or moons? Light or dark? The sounds of waves on stones or wind in trees? The smell of cedar and petrichor, or perhaps linens and citrus?"

[the27percent]

"That's true. It's nice to have that kind of time available to us." They genuinely appreciated the ease, the sheer amount of space available for them to lean into the process of getting to know each other, to be around each other. So that they could dwell in each moment as it was without rushing through it. Perhaps there were some benefits in them being around for so long.

Gently guided into a dance, their eyes widened a bit before letting themselves move along into the Waltz, appreciating the sheer grace with which he moved.

Atieno listened to his questions, thinking them over before they started to answer. "I mean.. I think I have always found special comfort in the moon, in the dark time. It has allowed me to feel more at ease with moving about. Sunny days are well and good - but when I have spent long, long periods of my existence in utter darkness with no light around, that kind of forms my basis for what I might be more .. naturally drawn towards. I do enjoy the sounds of waves on stones, that is a particularly satisfying sound for me to hear. And as for scent while both sets are good.. I think I might lean towards the cedar and petrichor smell, having that sense fo a charged feeling it to it that I do deeply appreciate. "

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While his questions were moderately in jest, meaning to be mere fluff for proper questions, he wouldn't say no to knowing more of the other. And as such, he listened and memorized her answers, happy to accept the little, lovely nothings. "Do you have a favorite meal? A favorite color?" He then asked, steps swaying a bit smoother as they began to more properly move with that silent song. "A favorite book? Perhaps it is something I haven't read." Little, simple questions about equally little things.

How many could he think of, and how many would they answer? He pulled her well and close, bodies pressed together. If you listen close, you could hear the dual best of his hearts. The percussive thudding adding another layer to the silent song.

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Perhaps it was just his naturally connection to creation. Perhaps it was his energy or demeanor that drew her in. Any number of little endearing or charming things, or the lack thereof. Whatever it happened to be, it was not like Artic to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was a tired wanderer, and more than happy to give if give. A simple, equal exchange, even if superficial to begin. After all, some relationships require work before they can truly be natural.

To whatever ends, he listened, giving the periodic hum to encourage her to continue on, and perhaps taking subtle steps, little shifts in their stance, a gentle sway. More a distraction really, but why not enjoy the moment and posture?

"I see no reason to refuse you for something so adorable." He hummed, digits interlacing with her own in his hand. "You want company. You want comfort. You want proximity with an equal...well, I am happy to give. Truly." Ever still, ever calm. "I found myself curious about you as well. In a way, your energy...resonates with mine. Perhaps due to similarity, but I find myself drawn to the simple and subtle nature of you. It is...peaceful."

[the27percent]

If given a little bit more time and space, Atieno probably could better articulate the varying aspects that had caught their attention in the first place. There were some details that they remembered - about his studies, his efforts to document so much, his sense of connection overall - all such intriguing aspects to them in all reality.

And with that in mind, their wandering nature had them leaning into the possibility of spending time with someone who had been wandering on his own for quite some time.

They smiled at the feeling of the gentle sway, making them wonder if he had ever danced. Would he dance with them at some point? Little ideas floating in their mind. But the gentle movement certainly was enough for them to feel a little less self-conscious about the whole thing.

Atieno hummed at the feeling, recognizing that he didn't seem to refuse them for what was an 'endearing' request they supposed.

"Yeah? Ah. Well, I appreciate that. It's... this has always been difficult for me to ask for so, I always get a little rusty when I try to do so after a long period of time." But they are glad, very glad that he is so willing - able to share himself with them in such a way.

"Well, I'm glad to share anything you would want to know about me, I figure between the time we have.. we can certainly understand and get each other better in a number of ways. "

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"We have eternity to polish off the rust and refine your edged words. And eternities more to talk all about each other. There is hardly any rush to learn everything at this very moment." A gentle pull, and step. Now it was a proper dance. Slow, guided, the pulsations of his own power acting as tempo to their little quiet Waltz. In spite of his size and obvious strength, he spoke softly. Hardly above a murmur.

He had ideas of his own, ever a tease. The remark of difficulty in asking, oh he most certainly noted that. As much as he wanted to nestle himself into her existence, and enjoy the process and operation of her lovely self, he also intended to draw her out of that quiet nook. Bring her into his. Draw questions and requests out of her, so he may reward them with answers and gifts.

For now, though, he had questions and requests of his own. Should he speak plainly? No, he believed she would enjoy more poetic wording. "I want to know more of you. Whatever you are willing to divulge in immediate thought. Do you enjoy the suns or moons? Light or dark? The sounds of waves on stones or wind in trees? The smell of cedar and petrichor, or perhaps linens and citrus?"

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More than strangers, but hardly lovers. Artic had a soft spot. For what, exactly, who could say...but for certain, he never acted if he believed that it would be fruitless or meaningless. The fact he allowed them at all, was a good omen. A low hum rumbled in his chest, large, gloved hang giving theirs a gentle squeeze. "And what reason have I earned that attention...?" He then asked, as opposite hand rested to her side. "It seems quite spur of the moment...but I will be happy to provide, if it brings you a measure of comfort." He understood touch starvation. After all, he has near eternal isolation as part of his daily life. Even with his connections, his friends, there are gaps of pure, absolute silence.

He didn't need to be clever to see that measure of yearning and longing on her. "Or perhaps you just want to for the sake of doing. How selfish. And impulsive." He teased, giving a low chuckle. "How charming..."

[the27percent]

A part of Atieno is likely telling them - it is silly, a bit foolish for them to be so open with someone they had been coming to know so recently. Usually, they had been often been the type to wait, and often wait for quite some time until they had a better sense of someone before they would make such an impression, take such a risk.

They supposed, it was good enough that he was still indulging them in some small way. Feeling him squeeze their hand in return, they sighed...

"I suppose you didn't have to earn the attention. I had already thought you were interesting enough in your own right, was willing to spend more time with you certainly. But.."

His statement about being happy to provide almost makes Atieno feel embarrassed, a little sheepish about it - but they are remaining close, they are still feeling his hand on their side.

"It had been a while since I had dared to ask anyone honestly.. I thought it might be worth asking you because I thought .. you would be nice to be close to this way. I.. " They aren't sure if they should apologize for their actions.

"I wouldn't be surprised if there was a bit of comfort, a little bit of impulse behind it all.. " They almost wanted to turn their gaze away for a moment but chose not too, managing a smile in response to his low teasing.

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Perhaps it was just his naturally connection to creation. Perhaps it was his energy or demeanor that drew her in. Any number of little endearing or charming things, or the lack thereof. Whatever it happened to be, it was not like Artic to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was a tired wanderer, and more than happy to give if give. A simple, equal exchange, even if superficial to begin. After all, some relationships require work before they can truly be natural.

To whatever ends, he listened, giving the periodic hum to encourage her to continue on, and perhaps taking subtle steps, little shifts in their stance, a gentle sway. More a distraction really, but why not enjoy the moment and posture?

"I see no reason to refuse you for something so adorable." He hummed, digits interlacing with her own in his hand. "You want company. You want comfort. You want proximity with an equal...well, I am happy to give. Truly." Ever still, ever calm. "I found myself curious about you as well. In a way, your energy...resonates with mine. Perhaps due to similarity, but I find myself drawn to the simple and subtle nature of you. It is...peaceful."

[the27percent]

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Atieno had been through cases where people would observe, notice them but not dare to speak, nevertheless get close to them. And while, a part of them appreciated the respect, the certain distance of it all especially when they doubted the capacity of others to let them be vulnerable with them, it did leave them in something of a self-conscious place when they did recognize that instinct to touch, to caress.

Perhaps it's Artic's generally laidback nature that allowed them to be more comfortable with touching and letting themselves learn more about his experiences through touch. And those little kisses, well, they just liked having a chance, an excuse to kiss. And would continue doing so if he appreciated it.

Feeling his hand brush down their arm to hold their hand.. Atieno sighs a bit and squeezes his hand in return while gazing up at him.

"I just.. wanted to make sure that I wasn't being too bold. I just thought it would be nice to be close to you. To share some .. affection together might be nice, if that's something you are alright with. " They let their dark eyes look at his face, noticing his features and expression with a careful fondness, still getting a read as for how much he could and would do with them.

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More than strangers, but hardly lovers. Artic had a soft spot. For what, exactly, who could say...but for certain, he never acted if he believed that it would be fruitless or meaningless. The fact he allowed them at all, was a good omen. A low hum rumbled in his chest, large, gloved hang giving theirs a gentle squeeze. "And what reason have I earned that attention...?" He then asked, as opposite hand rested to her side. "It seems quite spur of the moment...but I will be happy to provide, if it brings you a measure of comfort." He understood touch starvation. After all, he has near eternal isolation as part of his daily life. Even with his connections, his friends, there are gaps of pure, absolute silence.

He didn't need to be clever to see that measure of yearning and longing on her. "Or perhaps you just want to for the sake of doing. How selfish. And impulsive." He teased, giving a low chuckle. "How charming..."

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There's a quiet moment where Atieno finds themself letting their hands run against Artic, studying his build, his form - affectionately even. They like the way that he feels, and they enjoy taking their time touching on him, letting him feel the kind of vastness that they embody.

They might even press a casual kiss against his shoulder a few times as they do, interested in letting themself express this kind of.. open interest and care, interested in seeing how he responds to this.

"...Does, does this feel okay?" It had been some time since they had been so open with someone they had been around, figured it would be nice to .. explore a little closeness in this moment.

Among many things, he was accustomed to physical interest. He was quite an unnatural specimen after all. Broad. Towering. Wounded, but ever gentle. And for some, they were more interested in the stories his body told, or even simply the mind appreciation of a form well maintained, or even ever-pleasant gratitude for the work and services he provides. Not to mention his connections. He was quite used to a general mental vastness, as he was connected to it, unified with the collective flow of power through creation.

He didn't move away, nor did he seem to tense under their touch. Gaze fixed on them as their hands wandered his clothed top, feeling digits glide over marred bands and spots of flesh, over old, aching remnants of trials and fresher, raised marks of survival. The affection did, however, draw his curiosity.

And it seemed such proximity was foreign to them as well. A hand of his own slid down her arm and into her own hand, simply snd gently holding it. "Of course. I see no reason why it wouldn't..."

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@blackstardiopside

Oh, she would always remember this little one.

The Primordial stood before the gem, a low chuckle escaping her, the impression of sound shimmering in the air before she knelt down. The groaning of the space around them was expected, however, the starlight goddess seemed to have changed a bit. She had hands! Dainty and thin digits.

Thoughts were not hidden to her, of course. "Hello again, little gem." Came that familiar, soft voice. You could hear the smile in her tone. The goddess offered her hands to the other. "How have you been? Staying healthy? Resting plenty...?"

[blackstardiopside]

The shimmering sound startled her at first. But then Black Star remembered this sensation from their last encounter. A small gasp would sound as she watched Matriarch.

Then following the other's soft voice, almost velvety, Black Star would coo. Eyes were wide while the Gem remained awestruck, still surprised to see this individual again! "I.. I'm good!" Gem would smile widely, reaching out her tiny hands to the other's. If she took hold of them, then the Primordial would feel Black Star's gemstone embedded in the center of her left palm.

"Well, things are pretty much the same nowadays. But it's all good still!" Black Star would beam and fidget in place. "I actually teach a Cooking Class at Little Homeworld now! Oh wait.. you don't know about that," her brows then furrow as she hums, glancing down briefly before tilting her head back up. "It's a small uh.. village-esque place where Gems from Homeworld who wanna try life on Earth live!"

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Oh? Assuming the every-being doesn't know something? How cute. The goddess gave those hands a gentle squeeze. The texture was...strange. Like holding dense, soft sand, but not as irritating. It was smooth. Fine. As if the other's digits woukd sink in with enough pressure.

"I would call it more akin to a town." She chuckled. "More of the same means all is well and at peace. And one could not ask for anything more than that, no?" Thumbs gently rubbed against knuckles before overturning the gem-embedded hand to examine it curiously. "A cooking class...I do not believe your kind need to eat!"

[blackstardiopside]

The diminutive woman would gasp quietly when she felt Matriarch’s hands. They were so smooth, just like the sand on the beach. Black Star would giggle and smile while her soft hands were rubbed.

“No we don’t have ta’. But I like eating anyway!” Replied the Gem in a sing-song tone. Her grin wide while the smaller alien continued. “I’m surprised how many Gems signed up for it. It’s super fun though!”

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"How exciting!~" The goddess chimed in delight Though her features were well and hidden, you could feel that smile. A smile like the most true of blessings. A truly rare gift. Digits traced the cut of her gem, to which she may feel that buzz of divine power. After all, the goddess was blind. Her vision was unlike that of her creations.

"You must show me one day soon! Introduce me to your little home away from homeworld. I am ever curious to see what manner of individuals I have managed to weave..." Endlessly curious....

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@blackstardiopside

Oh, she would always remember this little one.

The Primordial stood before the gem, a low chuckle escaping her, the impression of sound shimmering in the air before she knelt down. The groaning of the space around them was expected, however, the starlight goddess seemed to have changed a bit. She had hands! Dainty and thin digits.

Thoughts were not hidden to her, of course. "Hello again, little gem." Came that familiar, soft voice. You could hear the smile in her tone. The goddess offered her hands to the other. "How have you been? Staying healthy? Resting plenty...?"

[blackstardiopside]

The shimmering sound startled her at first. But then Black Star remembered this sensation from their last encounter. A small gasp would sound as she watched Matriarch.

Then following the other's soft voice, almost velvety, Black Star would coo. Eyes were wide while the Gem remained awestruck, still surprised to see this individual again! "I.. I'm good!" Gem would smile widely, reaching out her tiny hands to the other's. If she took hold of them, then the Primordial would feel Black Star's gemstone embedded in the center of her left palm.

"Well, things are pretty much the same nowadays. But it's all good still!" Black Star would beam and fidget in place. "I actually teach a Cooking Class at Little Homeworld now! Oh wait.. you don't know about that," her brows then furrow as she hums, glancing down briefly before tilting her head back up. "It's a small uh.. village-esque place where Gems from Homeworld who wanna try life on Earth live!"

[expanding-infinity]

Oh? Assuming the every-being doesn't know something? How cute. The goddess gave those hands a gentle squeeze. The texture was...strange. Like holding dense, soft sand, but not as irritating. It was smooth. Fine. As if the other's digits woukd sink in with enough pressure.

"I would call it more akin to a town." She chuckled. "More of the same means all is well and at peace. And one could not ask for anything more than that, no?" Thumbs gently rubbed against knuckles before overturning the gem-embedded hand to examine it curiously. "A cooking class...I do not believe your kind need to eat!"

[slutty-shattered-memes]

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I am a victim of cold front allergies.

Sorry for my slow pace.

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Gives the Matriarch a hand-crafted silvery necklace made from materials gathered throughout space.

Oho!~

The stars shimmer, the air glistens. Delight fills the space as the benevolent creator reaches to take that necklace, draping it comfortably around her neck.

"Why, thank you kind stranger.~" In return...she reaches over and traces a circle above their head. A flash of a halo. Seems they have been blessed...

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It is Mother's Day.

Make sure you drop by to give a gift to space mom.

[rprnemes]

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

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Good morning all.

Today's flavor: The Abyss.